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Monday, November 08, 2010

Not running. Swimming?

I've had it up to here (can you see me with my hand up at my eyebrow?) with not running. It was hard to get into a routine but I found it--and now I'm feeling like I've got major antses in my pantses because I can't go have my "me" time and burn off some energy. Plus, let's be honest, there isn't a candy bar around here that's safe lately. If candy bars were white balls, I'd be the orange hippo.

You know, Hungry, Hungry Hippos? Duh. We had that game in prison daycare when I was a kid but it only had like three of the little white balls left. Lamesauce. The game's over real fast when there's only three, and the ghetto kid always got them so I was like you just grab as many as you want, Tito.

Only there were no kids named Tito at my daycare. But you get it. Her name should have been Tito. Yeah, I said HER. Just to mess with your mind.

So anyhoo, today I went and signed myself up for a monthly pass to the (ostensible) awesomeness that is adult lap swim from 6:00-8:00 PM and assorted weekend mornings at my local public pool. Whooo, doggy. Can't wait.

And when I say "can't wait," I mean I am nervous as hell because even though this is just swimming (hello!) and I know how to do that, it feels like there's the chance to look real stupid while I try so I have to be nervous about it. If I wasn't, they might take away my Crazy Club T shirt.

So now if you'll excuse me, I need to go bake some tilapia. I'm feeling inspired by the sea tonight, and my dinner menu reflects as much.